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| 06 Oct 2015 07:58 PM |
Faction Sheet:
Name: Poska Street Militia
Flag/Insignia: A White Star on a Blue Banner. Very few genuine "flags" of this make exist, it shows up most commonly on armbands, worn during times of open conflict with the CPF. Blue Stars are also painted as graffiti, to show support for and mark territory protected by the Watch.
Goals/Motives: Hinder Yaleshire occupational activities in the Poska Street neighborhoods.
Group Description: The Militia began as the Poska-Vojin Neighborhood Watch, organized during the initial turmoil of occupation. Once the looting ceased for the most part, the neighborhood was relatively safe, and the Old Watch was no longer needed. The Watch part of the name was reborn as the Poska Street Watchmen, in the very same neighborhoods. In time, it spread to include almost every neighborhood adjoined to Poska Street, and even those around Sieve Park, which is Intersects Poska Street at it's north end. The Militia originally resisted CPF raids, and ferried Wanted Persons through the neighborhoods, but with the entry of new, younger members, the group has become more ambitious, and aggressive. Acquiring a more significant arsenal and actively attacking CPF operations. The Militias actions are usually discreet, or quick, to avoid the deaths of it's members.
Other: The Militia almost has a family-like quality to it. Members will often find themselves welcomed into the homes of other members, whether they need help, or a place to hide.
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Character Sheet:
Name: Jans Súdruh
Alias: "Songbird"
Age: 22
Gender: M
Occupation: Mail Courier
Physical Appearance: He stands about 5'9", a bit lanky, but nonetheless athletic. Dull blue eyes fail to stand out from a rough, pockmarked complexion, that betrays otherwise very smooth facial features. His draw is cut fairly straight ending in a pointed chin. Overall his face is very gaunt, the back of his jaw lining up nicely with the side of his head, making his head seem thinner than it truly is. Straw-colored hair is cut short on the sides and back, but let to grow on top, leaving the hair on top a shade or two darker. The hair on top points forwards, holding close to the scalp before cowlicking above the forehead. His chin and jaw feature very light scruff, hardly worth note.
Background: Jans lives in a Flat with his Grandparents on his Mom's side, his Grandmother on his Dad's, His Father, 3 Brothers, 1 Older 2 Younger, and an Eldest Sister. His Uncle, his Mother's Brother, lives with them as well. His Mother died giving birth to his Youngest Brother, and his Father hasn't quite been the same since. His Father and Uncle work at a Cannery, while his Grandparents keep the home. His Older Brother and Sister both work, usually odd jobs. Jans is the only one of his Siblings to hold a steady job. Ever since his friend Alek died in a CPF Raid, Alek's Father, a clerk at the Post Office, has provided Jans with work, as a form of grieving, Jans believes.
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/HhJrnP9.jpg -- Your fortress, of sorts, from the outside, of course.
/5Mg0my7.png -- A section of the area around Poska Street.
/gxEauZA.png -- CPF/NDS joint operations airfield, just North of your city.
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It's about five in the afternoon, and you just recently finished your mail run through the city. You can hear the engines of a small plane coughing around somewhere in the distance as you approach your family's apartment.
You can see two of your close friends, Sam and Michael, standing just at the door, as if they have something to tell you and have been waiting for a bit already. As you get closer, Michael breaks the silence, or what should have been silence, if not for that damned plane wasting fuel at the airfield.
"The resistance is trying to drive out the union diplomatically, and they're holding a meeting at the abandoned school," he says, coughing, "they really think they can drive them [the Union] out peacefully, don't they?" he says, trying to fake a humorous smile.
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| 07 Oct 2015 04:40 PM |
| "That's a shame, I thought violence was working just fine," I grin. |
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| 07 Oct 2015 04:50 PM |
| "They're all dead men, you know that, right?" |
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| 07 Oct 2015 07:03 PM |
| "Maybe. If you think the Union wants to clean house or whatever, we could always show up in force. Stand menacingly, wave our guns about a little. They might think twice about funny business, and if they don't we jump them when they try to escape." |
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| 07 Oct 2015 07:19 PM |
| "Alrighty, then," he says, almost sarcastically. Michael then starts walking into the fort, while Sam tosses a smoke onto the road, then following him in. Michael goes in, then Sam holds the door open behind him, nodding to see if you want to come in. |
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| 08 Oct 2015 09:22 PM |
I follow the pair of them in.
"Oh well if you have something to say, let's have it then." |
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| 09 Oct 2015 03:34 PM |
"Where should I start," he says, not facing you, as he hangs his coat onto the rack by the door. When you enter your building, there's this hallway/airlock zone which has several intimidating, identically-colored green doors on either side. None of the doors have labels, and only the residents, which is basically the street militia and their brothers, literally, actually know how to get around in this maze. Michael, as he starts toward the third door down on the left, figures out where to start. "The Gioven Cult tried hitting some of our guys with a bomb of some sort, just by the park."
The Gioven Cult, to sum them up, are some guys who came from the capital area and decided they hated you guys from the day they arrived. They, like you, are pretty anti-government, the entire concept of a cult being illegal, but, until now, haven't actually held any acts of violence towards your group. |
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| 09 Oct 2015 04:07 PM |
'Poska' Is this for ATf, or is this just Polish militia?
Probably. Yeah. Pretty much. |
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| 09 Oct 2015 05:08 PM |
| Well, I have to say, if you read the thread you may or may not have gotten at least half of an answer. |
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| 09 Oct 2015 06:43 PM |
| "Did they do anyone in, or just make some noise?" |
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| 09 Oct 2015 07:34 PM |
| "Made some noise and busted Vladimir's leg, and wrecked a nearby car, as far as we know. Nobody's been on site since it happened, though, they've got a bunch of guys stationed there." |
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| 09 Oct 2015 07:38 PM |
| "Well, we could torch a couple of their cars. As long as we don't kill no one it shouldn't escalate." |
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| 09 Oct 2015 08:21 PM |
| "Whatever ye' say," he says, "When do you think we'll be doing this torching, nightfall, maybe? I think it's in just an hour or so at this time of year." He enters the room, which just happens to be the kitchen, where you can hear some people eating something. |
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| 09 Oct 2015 08:31 PM |
| "Yeah, that sounds like a good idea. No marks either. If they know who we are, the message is there ya' know? If they don't, it's no skin off my foot." |
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| 09 Oct 2015 08:39 PM |
| "Alright, you fancy something to eat before you ruin some cultists' days?" |
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| 10 Oct 2015 11:13 AM |
| "Couldn't hurt. I can't be bustin up cars on an empty stomach, aye?" |
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| 10 Oct 2015 12:28 PM |
| He heads over to the cabinets, getting out some old CPF ration boxes that you had "found" a while back, along with three plastic spoons. He sets it up on the table, next to the other people eating, which you identify as Ryan and Gary, at which point he and Sam are already sitting and tearing open the boxes. |
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| 12 Oct 2015 07:14 PM |
I take a seat and pull one of the Ration Boxes open.
"So, Ryan, Gary. You guys in for starting a bit of trouble with those Cultists?" |
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| 13 Oct 2015 01:56 PM |
"Might as well," Gary says, casually as ever, "though I'm not sure trouble is enough, with what they've tried doing to us."
"Dunno 'bout that, but we gotta get them back some way, but we shouldn't be worse than them, after all," Ryan replies, making the room sort of go silent.
The ration box has a lunch, consisting of a can of stewed beef, concentrate peach-drink, and a plastic bag of three or so crackers of hardtack, along with a plastic spoon and some napkins. |
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| 13 Oct 2015 04:13 PM |
I pull the crackers out of the packet and set them on one of the napkins, before getting to opening the beef.
"My thoughts exactly. We planned on burning a couple of their cars, nothing too brutal." |
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| 13 Oct 2015 06:58 PM |
(I'll just skip the eating because I don't plan on you doing nothing of value until page 50.)
After you finish consuming the rations, you and your men, or equals, however you like it, head over to the armory. The sun is setting, casting a red glow over the land, and the streets have went dry because of the curfew, which, though it isn't enforced very well, people still don't dare oppose.
In the armory, you have some motorcycle helmets, balaclavas, and a salvaged ballistic-glass mask which would normally be found on the face of a CPF riot-control officer or an NDS tactical team. There are two ammo carrier vests and one plate carrier.
As for the weapons, you have a trench spike, two flip knives, and three fixed kitchen knives, along with a pair of brass knuckles and a few bottles of flammable drinks. There's a pair of matches on one cabinet, which rests by a pile of BSPs, CSPs, a single Rasval, two or more Government Model Revolvers, and a Thunderbolt.
The long guns case contains a Hareshawes Shotgun, a Woodpecker, and a Kurz Carbine.
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| 13 Oct 2015 07:54 PM |
I take up on of the Motorcycle Helmets, a pair of Flammable Drinks, a Flip Knife, and one of the GM Revolvers.
"Just in case they don't take kindly, y'know?" |
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| 13 Oct 2015 07:59 PM |
"Seems like a good idea, and without a doubt we'll be seeing some guards on the way," Michael says, grabbing himself a BSP and a motorcycle helmet of his own, along with some matches.
You can see Sam putting on a balaclava and carrying some sort of yellow water container in his right hand, which has clearly been modified in some way, shape, or form, while Gary gets himself a kitchen knife, and Ryan hauls some sort of pipe with caps on each end.
"Everyone ready?" Ryan then asks, taking a match and a balaclava. |
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| 13 Oct 2015 08:11 PM |
(Oh my god is that a bomb this is not the plan guys)
"I'm all set." |
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